As I sobbed hard on his rock hard chest, Dominick remained not speaking nor moving. "I hate you," I cried hard on him. "I-I h-haven't taken any shower," he said.
True to his words. Very visible that he hasn't taken one. He is kinda smelly but I don't care. I miss him so damn much.
"Argh! My head," he said as his fingers massaged his temples. I stood up from leaning on his body and offered him a hand to grab.
"Come on. Stand up now," I said. Dominick looks so messy right now. This is what he always says whenever we have alone time or our time together. He said that his house is lonely.
No one is there to guide him. To care for him. To make him feel not alone. But I am also torn between leaving my parents. I mean, it would be hard for them also to accept my decision.
Even if I haven't try
I felt an arm snaking into my waist as a warm breath touches my neck. "Who are you talking to, Baby?" Dominick said as he kissed my cheek. Rafael's eyes widen as he saw Dominick. His forehead became sweaty as his upper lips twitched. "H-Here is the food you order, S-Sir," he hand over it to me and walked away from us abruptly. "Wait! Rafael!" I called his name. Which it made him more tensed as he went on the elevator and closed the button immediately. "Argh! My head hurts," Dominick said as he pulled my body away from the door right after he closed it. "Why are you calling him anyway? Can't you see he is in a hurry?" He said. I faced him and saw his face winced in pain. Perhaps hangover danced in his head. "I was about to pay him for these," I said as I placed the food on the table. "What do you mean to p
"I remember that!" We then burst into laughter. Currently, I am talking with Minerva, Dominick's first cousin. I'm using Dominick's phone while he was taking a shower while I am here laying on his bed. I've known Minerva for about a year now since Dominick introduced me to her. She was nice. A funny and cool person. Minerva is also friendly and can get along with people very well. Minerva has two children named Maureen and Martin. Both of her children were graced with looks. I must admit that Dominick's family had beautiful genes. We are now talking but mostly reminiscing the sweet memories that both of us shared way back when I celebrated my Christmas at her place. Of course, along with Dominick. "Wished that you guys can come over here right now, I missed you so much," she said as she faked a cry. I laughed. "We'll get back there one day s
"Baby, it won't be a nice idea for me to live with you," Dominick said. We are both laying here in his bed. His chest rose and fell normally. While my nose is dug to his armpit. I can't get enough of the smell of it. It is like inviting me to sniff it all day long. It's been like an hour since we finished having sex. Dominick came in me five times. And as I gaze outside the window, it is already dark. I wonder what time it is. Dominick doesn't have a wall clock or any source of time. Well, except for his phone and watch. He doesn't want too many decorations and ornaments in his apartel. What he wants is that simple house with decors that he felt he will be needing only. But the great thing about Dominick is that he is not a cheapskate when it comes to me
"And what time do you think is now, young man," and of course just by the tone of it. You know who it is. None other than my Dad. The biological one. Daddy William. "Time for us to sleep!" I said in an enthusiastic voice while giving them a half shrug. Hoping that everything would subside and would forget as nothing happened. I am here now at our kitchen as usual where we would always do our family forum or whatnot. Felt like this table in our kitchen and our kitchen itself is like our headquarters whenever we will be having important family matters to talk to. "Again," Daddy William took a heavy breath. "What time is it now?" He asked. Mommy Elise just looked at me while she is pressing both of her knuckles. "Time to sleep, I guess...?" I said uncertainly. I know that he is asking me what is the real time but I don't see any object that cou
Morning came and I don't have the strength and endurance to wakeup. Was just here closing my eyes and wandering things how works. The ray of light is touching my face but that's okay. Sun is a great source of vitamin d anyway so, that won't be much of a problem with me. Because my only problem is that how am I gonna supposed to say that I had resigned from the D.K Company that I was interning with? Pretty sure by now at any moment, Mommy Elise will knock on my door. Like it is not my cup of tea to pile lies after lies every now and then. Also, I am not saying that I don't lie and portraying to be a saint.
"I'm sorry, but that's all I can give you," Dean Carl said. "B-But one day is not enough to find a company that would accept an intern like me?" I said. Dean Carl agreed to my request to change my intern company. But yet, here is the consequence. I have to find a company that will accept me within this day, nonetheless, I will be back to my first assigned company or fail this subject. "Morgan, I am not obliged anymore in that matter," he said. Dean Carl then arranged his table that is now surrounded by paper. "B-But--" he cut me off. "Remember that you are the one who requested this to me and in return, does your part. Not everything in here is spoon feed. You need to work also," he said. My eyes then looked at his ceiling. How would I do this? My face frowned. One day won't be enough for sure. I mean, like who would entertain me? I bet I wi
In life, even if how smooth or how rough it sails, there should be one specific day and time wherein you will be alone. For what reason? Well, the reason for it, for me, is that it will be the moment for you to seize your moment. Win or lose, you did your part, a'right? Plus, in each loss or wins, we should always recalibrate our thoughts and should encompass to what our heart is saying. The mind could be pure evil, dark, and cruel but the heart will give you hope, light, and clarity. That is why we are given a heart and a brain. A heart to forgive and a brain to think. And by means of that, we are all capable. We are what we choose and we live what we choose. To cut the long speech, I am currently here at the milk tea shop at Qyvei City. Drinking and sipping my Butterscotch Milk
Night came and my knees are still trembling. That Damon shit is real. He is really threatening me and he does what he says. His mind is unpredictable. He thinks out of the box. His actions were made to scare anyone who disagrees with him. He is a clear manifestation of a demon living on earth. How come does he sleep at night peacefully? How come does he felt contentment as he saw someone suffering? "Dinner is served, everyone. Come down now before the food gets cold," Mom said. I slowly rose from the bed thinking what could he possibly do next to me. I'm not praying that he will do something bad to me but I must admit that I am afraid that he will mean things when he says that he wi